Especially with a subbie who had told him not to take it easy on her.
“Stand all the way up now, sweetheart. Shoulders proud. Tits forward.” While he used the order to buy himself time for inspiration, the visual reward was an extra bonus. She was his stunning little soldier, at full attention even with more blue blobs dripping over her neck, collarbones, and breasts.
Fuck him so hard. Her breasts.
In Paris, Fate hadn’t allowed him the chance to soak up their full glory. At the safehouse, he’d been concerned about making her first fuck one of her best. And during their dry hump in the cemetery, it’d been a good thing to even see her face.
Now, he couldn’t get enough of ogling her. Marveling at her red dart points, seeming to strain for him despite her formal stance. Delighting at how her areolas puckered and hardened, becoming the ideal bull’s-eyes for those perfect nipples.
“So gorgeous,” he said softly. “But I think we can do better.”
He said it because his improvisation genius had finally decided to come to the party. He indulged it with a fleeting smirk and a steady sweep of his hand toward her vanity top. When he turned back around and approached Jayd with steady intent, it was damn fun to read the confusion on her petite features. Clearly, she was ready to question what he was all about, though she obeyed his upheld finger and waited in dutiful silence.
He’d never had such a good time reducing a submissive to shivers.
The tremors that intensified as he lifted his hands, each bearing a bright-red hair clip.
They were the smaller kind of hair fixtures, used for shit like holding back bangs, able to bend and snap in the middle. Brick had no idea what they were technically called. He only knew he was going to have some fun with them.
“Yes, my little pixie. Now we’re going to have some fun.”
She was still being good. She responded only with a deep inhalation and the dawning awareness in her wide gaze. Holy crap, he loved these small but supreme moments. When a woman read his intent, knew exactly what it meant for her, but persevered with full compliance, he was that much closer to the sanctum of his Dom space.
That much closer to owning a new part of this female.
“Reach behind, sweetheart. Lock your hands behind your back.” He caught the full force of her wordless challenge to that and explained, “It’ll be easier for you to resist reaching up.”
She gave him another questioning look.
Right before he snapped the first clip tight around her nipple.
“Ahhh! What on ear—ahhh!”
Her second outcry coincided with his sharp smack across her ass.
“Oh, Pixie,” he gently berated. “What did I say about talking?”
“That was yelling, Brickham, not talk—ahhh!”
As he delivered another spank, he almost wished she’d keep up the rants. Sweet God, her backside was so pert and pretty. Now, it was warm too. He got even harder, dreaming of how it would feel at the point of full heat.
Her scream hit the air another time as soon as he finished clamping the clip to her other breast. Regrettably, she took the pain without babbling this time. Brick substituted the spanking high with listening to her sharp, incensed breaths. Just as intoxicating as before. Just as beautiful as the visual he drank in now.
“Fuck me to Paris and back, Pixie.” He didn’t hide a note of his hoarse appreciation. “You’re already ripe for the bite.”
Again, no words from her—though her tiny, terrified whimper possessed his libido in deeper ways. All the ways that told him to go ahead and do it. To dip in his head, slide a clip back, and close his teeth over the decadent, dark red candy that he’d exposed.
“Ohhh!” she yelped. “Brickham! By the Creator, ple—”
Smack.
“Damn it! Oh, by the saints—”
Smack.
She was a wordless mass of moans as he bit into her other nipple.
She was a collection of tearful sighs as he took both the clips off.
“There you go,” he soothed, circling her angry peaks in order to spread the heat from her pain. “There you go, sweet girl. Let it all burn. Let it all tingle.”
Jayd pressed into him, letting him hold her close while shivers racked her little frame. Brick let the moment drench his senses too, especially as he dropped his touch to her ass cheeks and reveled in the fire that streaked over her tender flesh. Unbelievably, as hot as he’d gotten her, he wanted more. What would it feel like to actually take her higher into that realm? To mark her sienna silk skin with welts from her Master? To deliver those brands while feeling her asshole stretch to take his cock?
Good Christ.
She wasn’t going to have any glory from his erection, in any naughty or acceptable orifices, unless he turned that fantasy the fuck off.
No coming in the cotton scrubs, dickhead.
The order worked, helping him to release her ass. Jayd seemed grateful for it too, returning to her at-attention posture from before. Brick allowed himself a shit-eating smirk when noticing she kept her hands at her sides. All right, then. No more tormenting the tits for today.
To be fair, her lovely swells did look properly punished. “Damn,” he said, taking just one more moment to properly triumph. “Your breasts were made for hard worship, Pixie. You may say thank you, Sir.”
She darted up a peeved glance. “In your wildest dreams, Sir.”
A laugh spilled out—quite possibly the best one of his life. “But I’m gazing at my wildest dream already, sweetheart.”
As punctuation, he pressed closer to her again…with two fingers aimed toward the center of her pussy. Both his digits glided in without effort, instantly drenched by the lusty liquid that coated her walls.
“Oh, yes,” he grated, twisting and thrusting even deeper. “The wildest dreams I’ve ever had.”
At once, his darling pixie shifted her position too. With one hand, she gripped the ball of his shoulder. With the other, she clung to his flexed forearm.
“Mmm,” she whined. “Mmm…hmmm!”
“Gorgeous woman,” Brick drawled, caressing his breath across her forehead. “You like that, don’t you? Knowing your cunt is prepared for me. Knowing you’re so hot and soaked and craving me.” She nodded into his kiss, and a wider smile breached his mouth. “That’s what the pain did to you, Pixie. The flowing blood. The racing endorphins. And now, your sweet, tight channel…”
She flowed another groan out. It pitched to a little shriek as soon as he jabbed a third finger into her precious tunnel. When the fourth went in, she hissed sharply.
“Relax,” Brick exhorted. “Just relax, little girl. I told you I wasn’t going to be easy this time, and we’re only getting started.”
Well, that had her sufficiently riled again. One sweeping jerk of her head and he had an eyeful of her vitally curious stare.
“Oh, you heard me right,” he replied to her silent demand. “Just letting you breathe now. And getting you prepared.”
Prepared for what?
Again, she only shouted it with her eyes. Good thing her aquas were so huge and easy to read. Like a thousand poems he’d never get tired of devouring…
And that was more than enough of that. He wasn’t here to spout Byron and Yeats at her. She’d asked for Prince and Beyonce and AC/DC. She wanted raw and rough and uncensored. He was more than happy to be her go-to guy.